Glass Hand

The earth below me
Moved like liquid
Could've opened up
And swallowed me whole

No trace, no love
No identity
Fell like a stone
I wouldn't have known

I'm held - in a second home

The touch is cold
Delicate and clear
Suspended still
Could've broken it easy

But it held me close
Pulling me deeper
Reflected what shows
Pointed away past me

I'm held - in a second home



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Writer(s): Danielle Llamas
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